(Veronica Pov)
I dropped my hand gun and placed it on the floor. "Let my sister go." I said putting my hands in the air. As my dad let go of my sister he pointed the gun at me ......I knew it was the end of me from the start.
*flashback*
"Daddy!! Can you buy me that bear." I said putting my hands on the glass window seeing the bear sitting in my sight.
"Sure, but daddy will buy it after the meeting, so come on Veronica."
"O-okay daddy."
*end of flash back*
I look down the floor seeing my sister on the ground crying yelling me to run .
"RUN VERONICA RUN!!!."
I look up at my dad with anger in his eyes .
"You not going to shoot."
"What? You think I'm playing around Veronica! Here is proof I'm not."
"LOOK AWAY MILLY."
my dad yell at one of his minions telling him to bring the body bag. Once they gave it to him he threw it on the ground. I knew it.... mother.
I drop to the ground seeing her beautiful face beat up with bruises.
"You mother was part of this whole crazy psycho chase but if you think I'm the only mafia around, I'm not. See being a music producer is hard celebrities help me get drugs, money, strippers, and power. And killing your mother the head of us mafia, will make me have the most power of the world! I HAVE MORE POWER THEN THE president of the untied states! It's such a shame your mother think I love her.. in reality I care for power I don't care for you Veronica or even milly, you were a mistake! Now to make sure none of you will stop I'm killing one of you. Milly go downstairs and stand to your sister."
Milly walk down the stairs standing next to Veronica.
"Milly, whatever happens I love you."
"No-o please we cab escape! WE CAN."
"Shut up you stupid kids I'm thinking. Oh wait now I know. I choose you- by the way sorry for not buying that bear when you were young. But here I bought it now."
"I love you Milly."
"NOOOO."
BANG
"No.. DON'T LEAVE ME DON'T."
"Goodbye.. keep the bear."
The End
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